. . any time.’ Andersen smiled callously at the old man’s servile ineptitude. She would sleep with him to further her career – that didn’t bot...er her. What did bother her was this high level minister didn’t have the balls to make a play for her. It was written all over his shaken, pasty face. How could such a spineless toad be expected to carry-out the responsibilities of his office when pitted against some very savvy customers if he couldn’t even make a play for a woman? Not good. Not good at. Or, well,the car that I had now always had.I groaned as I took it in. I was now the owner of a yellow, dinged up anddirty Fiat Seicento. It was tiny and embarrassing.As a letting agent, I had just bought myself a brand new BMW with leatherinterior. I was so proud of it. Now, I slid myself in to the scratchyupholstery that I quickly noted was stained. I scanned the backseat tosee several loose shopping bags. I was so exhausted working all the timethat I didn't pay much attention to the. Max and all the girls here were so nice to me. I know you had a talkwith them before we got here. That made it so much easier and fun forme. Do you know what was the best part? Sitting under the dryer andtalking with the ladies near me. We had such a nice discussion abouthair styles and make up and other girl talk. Please, Mother, can I comeback to the Salon again?" Wendy, You Look Amazing! Of course you can comeback to the Salon. Thatis what girls do. In fact, I am going to make a standing. She introduced herself and told him that she was there for hisusual private therapy session."What happened to my usual psychiatrist?" Fred asked."Dr. Ramirez is sick today, I am taking over his cases for the timebeing." A woman. I didn't think they would send a woman," Fred said, soundingdisappointed. This new development had not been factored into his plan. "Why do you feel that way, Mr. Wilkins?" Waters asked. "Do you have aproblem with women?"Fred shook his head. "Not as a rule, no," he.